Exes and O's: The next swoon-worthy rom-com from romance sensation Amy Lea

Product Information

Ha." I sipped my tea. "The bride needs a few cases of booze before she even gets to the bachelorette party. You have no idea. Guest lists, church decorations -- " Morning after morning, as I selected the day's ensemble, I was greeted by the ivory silk reminder of my failure and disgrace.

Home - Mount Hideaway Mysteries - Mount Hideaway Mysteries

The two of us huddled together. The passersby on the other side of the plate glass must have thought we were planning a heist. If you’re one of those few Pinoy peeps who don’t give a damn as to watch a lot of local telenovelas, then this is really not for you.

Movie #1

PS. Also, Alex can go eff himself because girl, aside from him being rich, I doubt he has any redeeming qualities- total turn off. I hate that they actually ended up together. This should be titled Gwen's miserable life and curse or something. He straightened up in his seat. "I shouldn't say any more than I already have. It was a long time ago, and it's not worth remembering." Exactly." And he got that look on his face that guys get after they watch too many McDonald's commercials featuring precocious blond moppets playing catch with their dads. "All that fresh air and room to run around. What a great place to raise a family." It ended up being pretty fun. I enjoyed its comedy of errors, romcom-y feel, and the arcs some of the characters went through, especially Alex defying his idealistic expectations of relationships and parenthood. I also appreciated the bits of child psychology sprinkled in, and thought the humor landed well on most occasions. I guess you're right." He rubbed the emerging stubble on his chin. "To keep it real, she'd have to get a grant."

Exes and Ohs by Beth Kendrick | Goodreads Exes and Ohs by Beth Kendrick | Goodreads

Since the night of my (unnecessary, as it turned out) rehearsal dinner, I had turned into the kind of woman who commits phonicide and willfully creates road hazards just because she sees a glowing, happy couple who apparently registered at Good Karma, Inc. It was not good. We gaped at each other, both of us mute and rooted to the sun-bleached concrete. His gaze slid away from mine, so I focused on the small blue name tag pinned to his white coat: DR. D. SCHELL. We were standing, fittingly, in The Bomb Shelter, which is the café adjacent to the med school.

Table of Contents

I closed my eyes and turned my face up to the golden sun. "How can something so wrong feel so right?" What's her medium? Pop Secret? Redenbacher? Does she have a corporate sponsor?" His laughter was contagious.